laography | all i do is win, win, win no matter what

[ When the music shifts from dungeon background noise to the high-energy tune of battle music, Kuroo starts murmuring along, little bap, bap, bada bap as he stays wrapped up around Kenma. He's used to being a full-body pillow, or just being a partial perch, or whatever Kenma's in the mood for in the moment. He's taken hours-long naps like this before, just letting the music and dialogue of the video games wash over him. Maybe he's shit at playing them, but he really does like watching and listening to them. The stories are great, and the strategies that Kenma obviously employs...

Well, he could probably fawn over something mundane like that for ages. ]

Hmm? [ Opening his eyes at Kenma's voice, he peers down at him calmly, hardly resisting as he's moved and the other boy shifts. His hands slide down to his thin waist, and he just smiles a mellow smile at him, at ease with the world and his current position in it. But once he gets a good look at those keen, bright eyes, his smile widens and he ducks forward, bumping noses first before he presses a kiss to his lips. Yeah, he's got that one. ]

[ hmm, that's not so bad. the hand holding his psp slips a little, letting the game rest against his thigh as he cranes his neck backwards properly for the kiss. kuroo doing that makes something hot and warm bloom up in kenma's chest, to a point that the very feeling of it makes him embarrassed and squirmy, like shouyou in class before a quidditch match. he's not really much of a boyfriend--kenma knows that, easily knows that kuroo could have anyone else he wanted--but in the end, he's here, in kenma's bed, in a dorm room hes not even technically allowed in. and that's...kind of nice.

so, he leaves the psp on his thigh, carefully flicking his gaze down to check and make sure it's not going to fly off (it probably will) and uses those same hands to instead hold kuroo there, to keep kissing him a little longer, even if it makes kenma's heart beat so fast in his chest he's afraid he might just drop dead right there.

how embarrassing this all is--but it was kind of what he wanted, so. ]

[ Carefully, like Kenma is a fragile, precious thing - fragile, not so much, though he doesn't want to startle him, but precious? absolutely - Kuroo brings his hands up and gently cradles his face. His fingers rest delicately at his jawline, petting almost before his palms settle there instead. Sure, they don't really do a lot of things that couples do, but, really? He's fine with that. His motto has always been, with Kenma, whatever he's willing to share with him. Maybe he barged in to begin their friendship, but their relationship is different entirely.

After a moment, though, he drops a hand and settles it over Kenma's PSP. It does put his hand over his thigh, but he keeps the touch just that for now, holding onto the device to make sure it doesn't go anywhere so that his kitten won't have to worry about it too much.

His other hand strokes his cheek, brushing back some of his hair in the process. Not enough to open his peripheral too much, but enough for Kuroo to simply touch. Because that's all he wants, really. ]

[ kenma doesn't really mind being cradled, nor does he mind the soft hand touching his cheek, even if he can feel himself flaming red even further at it. the day may come where his traitorous body doesn't show exactly what he's feeling, but somehow, kenma seriously doubts at. after all, all kuroo has to do is basically touch him the right way and he goes redder than the gryffindor's scarf.

still, his lips are soft and though he's put his hand on his thigh (which makes him go, yes, even redder, to the point of where it's starting to blotch down his neck) he's protecting his psp, which honestly earns kuroo even more points. seriously, he is succeeding big time today--but, then again, isn't that why kenma has him as his best friend? because he's capable and smart and reads kenma like a book in all the ways he wants to be read and a few that he doesn't.

he finally lets go of kuroo's face, but he tips backwards to hook an arm around his shoulders instead. kissing like this hurts his neck a little bit, but he opens his mouth just a tiny bit and lets his tongue slip out, making it clear that maybe he's ready to put his game down for the night.

(it might also be a good time for some manhandling; uncomfortable positions aside, kenma is really not bold enough to move around and straddle his waist, so he sort of hopes kuroo will just read his mind on that one.) ]

[ Underneath his hands, Kuroo can feel the heat of the blush, and it makes the corners of his mouth twitch just a little bit. Honestly, it's one of the most endearing things about Kenma, along with his reserved excitement - the his little kickyfeets, his subtle wiggles, the tiny smiles he sometimes gives - and he can't really get enough of it. Then again, he can't get enough of Kenma himself, so it's not like he even remotely resists the deepening of the kiss, the slide of tongue and wet heat.

But...

Pulling back from the kiss with a swipe of tongue across Kenma's lower lip, he moves to kiss at his jaw, using the angle to fiddle with the PSP. He can't play any of the damn games, but he has perfected saving them whenever Kenma's attention actually drifts from them. With a nuzzle to his cheek with his nose, he manages to get the game saved and the device turned off, moving to stuff it under the remaining pillows on the Ravenclaw's bed so that it has a harder time of escaping.

That taken care of, he lifts his head, sliding his hands up along Kenma's sides before he goes back down to his waist, shifting to pick him up easily. It's between knowing that the position cannot be comfortable and just knowing Kenma that has him depositing the smaller teen in his lap. After all, it means he can go right back to kissing him without it being a weird angle for either of them. ]

[ kenma feels kuroo go for the psp, and he doesn't even try and stop him, which is frankly pretty impressive; he knows exactly what he's doing, and he's allowing it to happen. (although, even if he didn't, kuroo would probably still find a way to make it happen, like he does nights before they have a game. between him and yaku, sometimes kenma feels like he never moved away from home.) lifting his hand to move it out of the way so he can put the psp somewhere--kenma's gaze flickering over to make sure that it's going somewhere safe and hopefully won't try and disappear like the last one did--he tips his head over for the kisses at his jaw, blonde hair falling lightly over the back of his neck in the process.

and then, kuroo does in fact read his mind and pick him right up. ] ...Oof. [ he mumbles, once he's been deposited again, and though he's still bright red, that was definitely a good move on kuroo's part. great job, kuroo.

tipping forward again, he presses his mouth to kuroo's, a soft little kiss, dropping his hands down between them to sit in his lap. ]

[ Someone has to make sure that Kenma actually gets some sleep, after all. Yaku is someone he relies on to help him keep an eye on Kenma, along with that Shouyou kid with his honestly exuberant friendship, and there's really not that many other people in their lives that he would trust in this. Sometimes it makes Kuroo seem more like a keeper than a best friend (or boyfriend), but if he can worry about these things so that Kenma won't? He will, and it'll be fine.

At least he's not a keeper like Iwaizumi, but that relationship dynamic is not one he'd really be interested in pursuing. Also, Oikawa is good in small doses, but that much? Hoo~

PSP out of the way, and Kenma nestled on his lap, he grins placidly up at him, exactly like the cat that got into the cream. And it doesn't quite leave when he kisses him, but it does soften, mellow out, so that he can return it, hands sliding up his sides until he can touch his face again, sliding his hair back with long fingers. ]

[ kuroo's huge grin is kind of embarrassing, and kenma rolls his eyes, because it's not that big of a deal, jeez. honestly. things like this catch his attention every now and then, less so than his video games but most likely more than quidditch, which he only started playing because kuroo wanted him to when they were yonger, but he still finds most of it pretty troublesome. still, it's a guaranteed way to get new reactions out of kenma, from flushes to soft noises depending on whatever (metaphorically appropriate) buttons get pushed.

at the moment, the kisses count as one of those buttons. kuroo moving his hair means kenma has less to hide behind, and his eyes flutter open just for a second, blush starting to travel across his cheeks. he's shy and obviously so, even with stuff like this, but as he looks at kuroo, something in his chest twists up and kenma quietly tips back in to let him tuck his hair back, stooping his head a little bit before kissing him again, open mouthed and slow. ]

[ Sometimes he wonders if, maybe, things would have been different if he hadn't asked (read as: begged) Kenma to play quidditch with him. Technically he wasn't even supposed to tell Kenma about the game, because Kenma comes from a non-magic family, and it's breaking all kinds of laws to share that kind of information with muggles, to show them magic at all. But Kuroo couldn't imagine his life without Kenma in it, to the point that he delights in even the smallest things that they do together, so it was nonnegotiable that the moment he got his letter to Hogwarts that his best friend had to know about it, no matter what.

And he still shares everything with him, even if some of those things are a little embarrassing. It makes it all the more better for it, in his opinion, especially when it gets reactions out of Kenma, blushes or sounds or even the smallest grip of fingers.

Even now, Kuroo remembers one of the first times that they'd kissed and Kenma had let him move his hair from his face. It's still just as important now as it was then, and he smiles up at him beatifically, like he's the sun in the sky, as he tucks it behind his ears, murmuring a quiet there you are, kitten before he meets him in the kiss, all easy, wet warmth and soft lips. ]

[ kenma immediately colors a bright red when he catches kuroo smiling at him like that--the intensity of the emotion is so great that he has to look away for a second, slotting his gaze across the room. that's--that's sort of how he feels about kuroo too, maybe, in his own muted ways. his cat eyed stares from across the room, his occasional hidden smile, the way he wiggles now and then, the warmth he feels from spending time with kuroo. yeah. it's no big, stars and moon in the sky grin like kuroo's giving him right now, but for kenma, his inches have always meant miles. such as giving in to play quidditch: such a troublesome thing has never been kenma's style. but for kuroo? kenma would do it. he'd do just about anything for him.

it takes him a full minute to get his composure back again, mumbling a flustered; ] Stop calling me that. [ only he doesn't really mean it literally at all, and kenma leans back in to kiss him again, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dart out across his lower lip. hmff. he's not a little kid anymore, you know. ]

[ Rather than be obnoxious, Kuroo reclines back with his hands settled on either side of Kenma's neck, waiting patiently for him to regain his composure. Everything about Kenma is small, including any progress they make, but it all speaks volumes if you know him well enough. They're sitting in the quiet of the Ravenclaw dorms kissing, hidden away from the world, and Kenma's attention is on him instead of his (illegal) video games. That's practically a scream for Kenma, all things considered, up there with him playing quidditch still despite the fact they're on opposing teams. Up there with any time Kuroo sees him smiling at him, no matter how slight.

And he basks in it like a cat laying in the sun, as he tends to with everything Kenma does. They're definitely not the little kids they were when they first met, that's for sure, but it's still just as bright as it was back then. ] Nah~ [ He tips forward to meet him, goosebumps along his (mostly naked still) skin at the tease of tongue before he opens his mouth into the kiss as well. ]

[ kenma scoffs, flicking his gaze up in a bit of an eyeroll, but he's mostly just going to let kuroo win. arguments are a pain in the ass, anyway, and...well, the nickname doesn't bother him that much. as long as it's in this situation. and not around any of their friends. (especially not yamamoto. or bokuto. heaven forbid.)

huffing against his mouth, kenma catches his face with his hands, small fingers splaying out across his jawbone and cheeks as he kisses him, slow and quiet in the early evening light. in the curtains it's dark, just the two of them, and kenma shifts forwards a little bit, getting a little bit more into it, bit by bit. he likes kissing kuroo. objectively, it's pretty awesome. for someone who gets riled and excited by literally almost nothing, kenma enjoys this a lot, and hopefully the way he chases the kiss is some indication of that.

although, movement beyond this will have to be led by kuroo, probably--but kenma always takes his proffered, metaphorical hand. ]

[ And, really, when he can rile that kind of response out of Kenma, Kuroo definitely wins. He swallows back a laugh in response to the scoff, but it's kind of obviously there anyways in the way his lips quirk up in the kiss. At least he knows better than to call him that around their friends, especially the more boisterous and less... aware ones. (Bokuto would have a field day, but it's only for Kuroo, only his to have with Kenma like so many other things, and he refuses to share it.)

He gets distracted, though, from literally any other kinds of thought as they continue to kiss and Kenma fits his hands against his face. Leaning into it almost exactly like he would in his animagus form, he hums a noise of contentment, petting along Kenma's neck with calloused fingertips briefly. It's so very easy to get lost in this, and it wouldn't be that difficult for him to lose time enclosed in the quiet of the navy bed curtains.

Hands sliding along, he pops open the topmost done button of his uniform, thumb slipping in carefully to brush across his clavicle. It's not a lot, but it's enough to get a gauge with Kenma, and he'll go from there. ]

[ kenma ends up biting his lower lip in retribution for that smile, because he's letting you win, okay, that's it, don't even, and pulling away to shoot him one of his usual flat looks seems even worse of an idea than continuing to kiss him. the name makes his ears flush and it's only now starting to fade away, even with kuroo's hand stroking at his neck. his palm is big and huge as ever, but it feels nice, callouses from quidditch up against his sensitive skin, and kenma tips forward a little further, his own fingers curling on kuroo's cheeks to hold him in place.

though his breath catches when he pops open the button, kenma pauses for a brief second, but that's it--he returns to kissing kuroo after a brief moment or two, and arches his back a little as if to give him the go ahead. ]

[ The hum in Kuroo's throat turns into a bit of a laugh when he bites him, but it's pretty obvious by the way his smile wavers how much just that little thing affects him. So instead of teasing more, even in his more subtle ways, he just goes right back to kissing him, touching him gently. There's a second where he adjusts how he's sitting, legs bent and splaying open a little more to support Kenma better.

Especially as his back bows, and Kuroo immediately goes to open another button, and then a third. Enough for him to slide his palm down and fit it against the skin of Kenma's thin chest, pressing against where he can feel the thrum of his heart and staying there for a moment as he kisses him languidly, still all easy slide of lips and tongue.

He's got a plan, but it can wait a moment. ]

[ kuroo's hand is hot, and it feels really nice in the chill of the room. his palm is big and familiar and the kind of home that kenma's known since he was three years old, playing legos on the floor with this kid from down the street. kuroo is, in the end, home. in this strange place with these strange people, with this strange magic, where kenma wasn't even allowed to have his comfort mechanisms, his games that kept him distracted, he could always find kuroo. kuroo who would let him crawl into his bed after a particularly rough game where he didn't want to be social, kuroo who taught him quidditch and brought him to the rest of their friends. kuroo who knew when something was too much and when it would never be enough. kuroo was home because he knew kenma, and kenma treasured that so, so much.

not that he'd ever say it out loud, but, well, maybe he didn't have to.

chasing the kiss easily, kenma's small shoulders hunch forward a little bit, like he's trying to get out of the shirt. the least he can do is be a tiny bit helpful. he's also not sure what kuroo's planning, but he could probably figure it out if he had time--still, he waits, letting him take the lead. ]

[ People sometimes ask Kuroo why he's friends with Kenma. He always answers with some kind of version of why wouldn't I be?, but it's all so much more complicated than that. It's so much more than that. Most of these people don't understand what it's like to live with anxiety, or to need comfort mechanisms, to need a quiet place to go at the end of the day that's low key and low stress. Kuroo remembers a young Kenma, hair dark and eyes bright, who was quiet and shy and didn't like being around anyone that wasn't him. He remembers what it was like for him to get anxious in large crowds, how hard it was when - Kuroo, a second year - they went to Diagon Alley to get all of his things for his first year at Hogwarts. And he remembers how Kenma always trusted him, and continues to trust him, to be a safe place.

Kuroo is home to Kenma, but there's no one in the world - not even Bokuto, his best friend who's more like a brother to him - that Kuroo would consider home, either. Even if Kenma hadn't turned out to be a wizard like him, he would never have dreamed of leaving him out of anything, would have shared the world with him, and still plans it. And he'll make sure it's as stress free as it can possibly be.

So he goes slow, a lot of the time. Like right now, he takes his time unwrapping Kenma, hands sliding down to help push the shirt off once he gets it completely unbuttoned and his small shoulders come forward. As he pulls it down his arms, his palms track their way down, fingers tracing out patterns across the faint definition, lingering in the kiss so that he doesn't draw back and look at him. ]

[ slow is, for the most part, perfectly fine with kenma. he doesn't generally move fast in most things. he plays games, takes his time to get 100% completion, walks slow, tends to amble more than anything. he's got more of a meander to life compared to shouyou's sprint, and that suits him just fine. kenma would rather acclimate himself to things before he just jumps into them.

there's a reason why he can do this with kuroo. why he's comfortable and happy here, right now, straddling kuroo's hips and getting a little bit turned on, kissing him until he's breathless, slow and languid and nice. it's because he is comfortable with kuroo. there's no one else in this world who he could ever imagine doing this with. kuroo can see him naked without embarrassing him (okay, not true; but he doesn't usually feel the urge to get up and put on his clothes as fast as lightning afterwards). kuroo can kiss him, hold him right, make him react and gasp and sigh. its nice. sometimes its even preferable to his games.

at the moment, it definitely is, and that's not just because he was stuck level grinding.

silently, kenma moves with kuroo to let him pull his shirt off, and he sets his hands down on his broad chest, letting them rest there for a moment as he, not so tentatively, slides his hips forward a little. the resulting sensation makes his cheek redden, but kenma's smart and knows what it'll do for kuroo, too. ]

[ Even if he weren't being wholly conscious of Kenma's comfort levels, Kuroo isn't really someone that rushes into things. He's not necessarily a constant level of placid or meandering, but he's not in any real hurry to go through life. He and Bokuto get up to misadventures, but even as a quidditch player it's not about the rush. Sure, flying on a broomstick is thrilling, and he loves the wind in his hair, whipping through his clothes, but... well, you miss things that way.

Keeping up with Kenma taught him that, he thinks.

Now, he memorizes everything about him again, unhurried and calm, even with the heat building ever so slight between them as the kisses continue. Nevermind the slide of his hips, and Kuroo's breath hitches briefly before he responds, rocking upwards the slightest bit. His hands drift, following his arms back up once the shirt is gone - deposited at the end of the bed, for easy reach, just in case - so that he can spread his hands wide over his ribs. It's only then that he pulls back from the kiss, but it's mostly so he can go and press a line of them along his jaw. ]

[ kenma tips his head to the side with the kisses, following where he's being led easily enough; it feels nice, and he sighs a little through his nose as he lets his eyes shut again, blocking out the embarrassment and just focuses on kuroo. this is something he does a lot--if he's freaking out in some situation, if something is bothering him, he usually looks to kuroo. it's why before they came here kuroo always stood close to him on the train, bumping their arms companionably so that kenma didn't have to be smushed up against random strangers on all sides. it's why kuroo always seemed to be able to read him, to keep kenma from having to say things that won't come out of his mouth. it's why kuroo's friendship (and this, now) is one of the things he treasures most in all of his life. he rarely gets comfortable with people, and though he likes his teammates (and a few others; tora comes to mind as someone, boisterous as he is) there's nobody he's really close to quiet like kuroo.

which, he supposes, is why they're making out right now, but. you know.

kenma's back shifts a little with the feeling of kuroo's hand on his ribs: he arches forward, squirming a bit at the feeling of skin on skin. it's kind of nice, extra warm and comfortable, and he lets his own hand drop to rest on kuroo's chest, small fingers spread wide and hovering a little over his heart. his hips twitch again, slow and easy and methodical, because kenma really is the 'brain', in that he's always taking in the way other people react. it's what makes him nervous when he's around other people, because it feels like he can tell they're judging him (even if he doesn't care, he still cares. it's hard to parse in words what that feels like.) but with kuroo, he can put his sharp instincts to his advantage. ]

[ Before he does much else, Kuroo strokes Kenma's side as he hears - and feels, this close - the sigh. He knows he's not bothered by what's happening, but it's an instinctive response, from being so in tune with his anxious childhood friend, his easily overwhelmed boyfriend. The touches don't usually linger like this, don't tend to be so intently focused, but they've happened for years not, since they were kids. He knows every little tick that tells him Kenma is feeling an emotion that he doesn't feel comfortable with, and while this embarrassment is fleeting, he still makes the contact.

Besides, it has more than one reason, now. He feels the way his lungs expand, feels the pulse beating under his thin skin against his warm palm. Their closeness calms Kenma, but it brings something like a burst of light to Kuroo. Like his animagus form laying in sunlight, that's how he feels when he can be here with Kenma. With him at all.

Turning his nose into Kenma's ear, he kisses the hinge of his jaw, brushes the faintest trace of teeth against the lobe of his ear as he goes up just that little bit higher. Slowly, his hips rise to follow the movement of Kenma's, and he falls into this quiet kind of mindset, something he's adopted in years past where he can just lose focus on everything except this one, special person that has meant everything in the world for him. More than anyone else, more than anything else, and it doesn't matter that he's only seventeen.

This is it, no question. ]

[ well that feels nice. kuroo always seems to know exactly what buttons to push, so to speak (except for in games, which he's absolutely terrible at; kenma doesn't have the patience to teach him to get better, so it suits them just fine to not be a pair who plays together). but in real life, in their relationship emotional and physical both, kuroo just knows kenma. kenma couldn't imagine doing something like this with anyone else, just as he couldn't imagine someone going off and doing it with someone they just met. the years of trust between he and kuroo are what makes this great, what makes kenma comfortable and fine with having his psp put away.

he tips his head a little bit to make things easier for kuroo, and moves his hips too; the motion's longer and slower this time, as it's starting to have an effect on kenma, too. kenma who reacts to nothing can't even be silent in these situations, even if he can't turn off the analytical part of his brain. as he opens his big, catlike eyes to glance at kuroo where he's pressing into the skin of his neck, kenma lifts a hand to run it through kuroo's stupid bedhead, fingers fluffing through wild spikes before he ends up getting a grip and giving a light tug.

the thing is, kenma might not be reactive, but that doesn't mean he's always passive. he's smart. too smart for his own good, probably. and kenma's always been the type that once he decides he wants to do something (whether that's stay up till four in the morning the night before an exam playing love live or stubbornly stay in bed all day) he does it. at the moment? that thing he wants to do is make kuroo enjoy this too; its interesting for him to watch his reactions, to analyze them.

(plus it makes him a little happy, too.) ]

[ Some people might get the urge to sink their teeth into the delicate skin below the ear, but Kuroo just kisses it, breathing in the scent that just makes Kenma. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, more like he has an intimate knowledge of Kenma, an understanding of their trust. People close to them know they're dating, anyone else doesn't matter, but it's not a knowledge gained through PDA generally. Leaving marks when Kenma hasn't done it first could lead to an anxious boyfriend trying to drown himself in a scarf in the middle of summer.

Not advisable.

Still, he kisses and nips gently, temporary marks instead of something that will last into morning. All that matters, after all, is that the two of them will last to morning, and the next, and the next. He kisses his skin and follows that rolling movement between them, easy, hot friction, and Kuroo is happy. They're an odd pair to outsiders - outgoing and friendly Kuroo, who is great with quidditch but bad at video games, with Kenma, quiet and withdrawn, who excels at video games and cares about little else - but those people don't understand.

With the little tug, Kuroo lets his head draw back with this deep, throaty, sort of pleased noise, following the direction of it placidly. His eyes slit half-closed, and he just - he smiles, setting his hand on his hip to trace his hipbone with his thumb, tracing the waistline of his pants. ]

[ sometimes, kenma wonders if kuroo has a lot of experience with this. a part of him sort of detachedly knows the answer is yes--that he's had girlfriends before, and that people find him attractive. kenma guesses he finds him attractive, though it's all sort of from a far away perspective: he knows he could run his hands over his stomach and chest and everywhere for hours, knows that he has a nice smile and stupid bedhead and that he's really great to curl into the morning in the winter when it's cold outside. all of these things must make his bias a little skewed, but he's smart enough to know kuroo is a pretty popular guy. kenma's never cared about this kind of stuff before--if kuroo wanted to tell him, he'd tell him about it--but now it's hard to stop thinking about it. it's weird. (and a little embarrassing; kenma likes to think sometimes he's not susceptible to the same dumb emotions that most people are, and yet, here he is.) maybe he should be thankful, because kuroo is a good kisser, he's good at this, but maybe kenma is just glad he doesn't have to share it with anyone else. falling in love with another person seems not only impossible, but a pain in the ass, and kenma'd rather not for so, so many reasons.

a little, tiny part of him wonders why kuro stays with him, but he keeps that mostly buried. kenma's not really--well, he's no kuroo, let's put it like that. he's always been shy and awkward and small, more of a stick of a person than anything else, who tried to be unnoticeable but noticed everything all at the same time. it never worked for him, but at least with kuroo he always felt...safe. this is no exception, really; it's why they're doing this now.

as the kiss breaks when kuroo tips his head back, kenma regards him, his smart golden eyes tracing over the hollow of his throat, his straight nose, his jawline, his (still dumb) bedhead. the thought of 'i want to kiss this' crosses his mind and kenma goes with it, keeping his fingers fisted loosely in kuroo's hair as he presses soft kisses to his throat, his collar, getting progressively more into it as time goes on, until he's picked a small spot to nip at, burying his face in his neck for comfort reasons, and to maybe leave a teeny, tiny mark on him. kenma kozume is in fact susceptible to human emotions, and this right here, with kuroo? this is one of them. ]

[ Someday, maybe, Kuroo is going to hold Kenma and tell him everything that he feels. It's sappy and gross, and will probably make him want to hide, but that's why he'll just hold him instead of hold him down. It'll let him escape if he feels too overwhelmed by the emotions - as Kenma sometimes is - and it won't have him feeling trapped. But, honestly, he sometimes thinks that he needs to say it. Because he's dated before, has found other people attractive but has never really been in love with them, and they've never held a candle to Kenma.

Kuroo noticed him on day one. He fell in love with him along the way, and he's never looked back. Definitely not when he figured out how to broach it with him, because he's never, ever wanted to risk losing what he has with Kenma. His friendship and comfort always came first.

Easily and still placidly, like some lazy big cat, he tips his head to allow Kenma to kiss him where he pleases. His hands move to stroke along his sides, his back, his hips, and he never tries to free his messy hair from his grip as he goes along. There's only that little hum of approval again, which carries into a pleased sort of sigh when he feels the pull of skin, what will inevitably bud into a proper mark. He even moves one hand up to slide through Kenma's mismatched hair, cradling the back of his thin neck with long fingers in idle encouragement and comfort. ]

all i do is win, win, win no matter what

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lol i almost tagged this w/ yaku

awk this isn't the fwb au